The Witching Fire
no more broken bread upon a tree
the eyes of the alpha and omega first and last
the consuming fire Jesus out lives his the created tree
nostrils blast broken cross the past he sets in heaven laughs
witchery’s vain assuming for his not under a rock he is the rock
he is not in the garden not behind a stone not in the tomb
the precious stone he is upon his throne I hope you receive
his mercy he has already shown judgment coming soon
the true bread was never bound by any one
the Gospel he laid his life down freely for every one
repentance and truth a gift from on high
a love sent to our hearts to purify
it draweth nigh ye will stand like men
before an almighty God that judges sin
let him amend your ways before you die
a plea accept your Lord Jesus this hour
before this heaven and earth expires
before painfully you know that your on fire
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